Monday, September 19, 2005
am I so utterly out of reach Am I to live as fire and water unbridled unbidden I'll come running after am I to laugh quietly under my breathless breath I stop to wonder have you left will you come over am I to dance alone again under the cover of a moonlit hour will candlelight throw shadows of one or two am I to spend another night void of the true essence I've seen of you... you are only standing on the edge you dare not even think to climb back through the window you'd rather linger on the ledge is it safe to enter do you jump down into the street or climb to the rooftop and what is it you expect to meet in the torchlight a curtain blowing a silhouette of a girl how many times have I haunted your dreams and you wonder if you've ever haunted mine if I want your love the way you've longed for even the smallest sign... beyond a flutter of eye contact as I quickly glance away hide a faint smile is it meant for you do I want you to stay an hour longer and the question pierces you again like a knife do I desire you for an evening or perhaps the rest of my life and why do you hesitate why do you dare not speak your heart your mind am I so utterly out of reach or is it you Last night I dreamt an unusual dream that I can barely touch in this waking hour, and I woke to speak into darkness "I will always love you, I will always love you." 6:05 AM Charity Janisse
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Monday, September 19, 2005
so I remembered my dream... I remember the way he said "I love you" I can almost hear it aloud in my mind while I sit here now and write this down... that subtle Irish lilt... and a hint of sadness he begged me to stay on in town for a spell I'd already lingered a week or two too long and it was beginning to feel like roots and for some ~ roots ground and stabilize through the winds and rain of life but for me they are naught but a tangled trap a spider web vast attempting to keep me on for too long ... it's too much like ties and I remember the look of love and sorrow in his eyes another season and he'd have his harvest and enough of what he thought he'd need to come and travel along with me but who waits for the land when they long to touch the sky... as I ever, always do... and it seems the only response I know to say to words of love is goodbye... and I ... always do we met for one last night in the tavern where we'd locked eyes for the first time with songs and a fireplace bright he bought me my share of ale and I bedded him as I'd intended anyway with or without the drink and whether or not I would stay I saw something in his eyes I'd never seen in a man and I mistakenly thought I'd stumble across the likes of one like him again... I did not. I traded a house and a field and any hope of family or a stable life for the woods and the roads a verse, a song and my ever restless wandering spirit. I don't questions choices I make once all is done whether to go or stay I'll always move on I don't regret the loves I've left along the way but there was one that almost made me stay He said "I love you" and from his lips those sacred words fell with such passion they sounded as if they'd been stolen from an epic tale of battle and romance and glory something about him and the way he made his claim sounded as if it had never been said before and would never be said again to another but could I be a lover to one who needed solid ground beneath his feet at the end of the day a warm place to sleep I need the ships, I need the waves I need the forest, the fields a brand new place whenever I desire a different tavern a different fire endless adventures for stories and verses but sometimes... my heart... it curses my restless spirit that could not stop along the way wait a little longer and stay with a man who said "I love you" the way I would never hear again... and it took me a life time to realize that I would forever be in love with him. Charity 5:55 AM Saturday, September 17, 2005
Lady of the Wood She wanders the wasted wood a forest nymph or a wood elf is she as displaced in this land of man as the bear she so laments. Her heart is torn asunder like the wood she loves as it is carelessly devoured by man's plans and thoughtless iron fist. She is connected to the earth a spirit of nature that shines as she comes for a time to visit this wretched world where so much is lost and to soon forgotten... So much beauty in the endless art of leaves and bark tangled trees and forgotten streams. She cries for the land. Her heart breaks for the loss of life so brutally tossed aside and she hides in sorrow longing for a glimpse of hope in the morrow. But in her sadness she forgets that there is rare beauty in her compassion a beautiful spirit in her passion for these creatures of the earth and trees. There is a reason she is here in this place of desolation, pain and waste. She brings a spark of understanding that few can fathom. Her voice is a voice of reason reminding us of the treason of destroying where we come from the earth, the trees, the water, the sun. And though she feels spent we hear her lament and pause to revel in the beauty of nature and sorrow of loss we might otherwise let pass us by. Her passion weeps the forest sleeps but beauty is enraptured in the images she's captured. And her poetry sings a song that allows her wood to live on in the hearts and souls of those that won't so easily forget the simple beauty and value of a quiet forest and the sanctuary that can be found in the calming sound of a rambling stream. Another poem inspired by my lovely friend CrimsonWido Charity Janisse Friday, September 16, 2005
was that the sun was that the sun sneaking through the kitchen window casting it's yellow smile on the wall was that the wind teasing like hands through my hair with the faint smell of fall was that the morning that crept thru my bedroom window announcing that another day has come was that the evening the darkening sky filled with stars as bright as a glistening look in your eye was that the world continuing to spin and the moon and the sun in the sky as they have always been was that life living still and time preceding onward without stopping could it be that days carry on and seasons change throughout the year and night turns into dawn even without you here and I would not have thought that the universe would continue or even I as small as I may be in the whole realm of all could wake and leave my dreams and step from one day to the next without you here with me was that the sun shining thru my kitchen window casting it's yellow smile on my face was that smell of fall and the change of seasons continuing in this place... is it right that life should move forward and that I should go on too when I miss you more than ever before and my heart will not stop aching at the thought of autumn without you. Charity |
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